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Too Many Beards
02:14
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It's as we feared!
It's as we feared!
It's everything we ever feared!
There's no such thing as too many beards!
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Up Too Late
04:23
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Baby!
You're up too late
Move that body for me
Imagination going crazy
'Cause I got just one thing
On my mind tonight
Baby let your body
Go flying across the sky.
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You told me
Leave you on the riverbank
Why can't I
See what you're seeing now
Your eyes wide
Staring at me distantly
Lullaby
Is all I can give you now.
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Cunnilingus
04:15
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It's a perfect morning for cunnilingus
Take your panties off, get ready for my kisses
Baby let's go walk into the sunset
I think I'm falling for this perfect bliss.
Baby it's cold outside,
But warm in here.
It's getting kinda tantric baby
But have no fear
I'mma treat you right
And if it wasn't clear--
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Girl in the Nest
03:20
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I got a girl in my nest and she is not yet naked
Got a little bit flibbed, feel a little bit faded
And I ain't coming down 'til I've been satiated
But baby if you want we can keep it G-rated
But that's the thing
Need dat consent
Can't be content
'Til the dick's been spent
Can't do the deed
'Til the mind is free
So tell me what I got to do to get with you?
Now I'm walking her home, feel a little deflated
Tryna wrap my head around this mess I've created
Just a hug and a kiss would get me back to elated
But honey give a sign and I'll be over in the morning.
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Your preconceived notions are totally fucked up
Whatcha tryna do, put your dick in a donut?
I'mma come atcha like a big blue phantom,
Dair you to death and I'm ticklin' that bantom
Hanging at the coop with my big booty hens,
Chicken wings for days, ain't here to make friends
I'm not a real rapper, I'm more than half cadaver
But my rhymes be flowing like that dank clam chowder!
(Clam chowder, clam chowder)
I told you once and I'll tell you again,
just here to drop trout and couple of clams
You can call me a purebred centaur,
Half man, half legend and a little bizarre
I'mma trot up on your house and steal all your gnomes,
Two shots of whiskey to deaden the blow
Tear a hole in space with my knobbly knees
And I'mma breed with a foal while I'm munchin dat kimchi!
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Air Balloon
03:45
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Floating gently out
O'er the bay of Maine
In a hot air balloon
Got a couple tools
And a chest of pain
Thinking 'bout my time with you.
I packed my bags, gonna hit the skies
For a year or more, 'til I learn to fly
'Cause I feel like floating away
(Hot air balloon, hot air balloon)
Tryna come to terms with my new life
In my hot air balloon
Feeling the wind ripping o'er the sides
Thinking 'bout my time with you
I packed my bags 'cause I couldn't survive
We were born to fly, not to despise
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Ogunquit, ME
02:28
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In the summer my town is full of people
In the winter it pretty much empties out
Either way it feels the same to me,
Like I'm the only one around.
I felt this way living in the city
I felt this way living in the woods
I suppose everyone feels this way some times
I hope I never feel this way for good
A bad day can make you feel like you're wasting your life
A bad day can tells lies to you
It's important whenever you're having bad days
Not to let their lies come true.
In the autumn I hunker down for winter
In the spring I emerge out of my cave
Either way it feels the same to me,
It's just the lifestyle that I crave.
I felt this way living in the mountains
I grew my beard out on the sea
I wonder: why is life so lonely?
Does anyone feel the same as me?
(Chorus)
Ogunquit, Ogunquit,
Vacation in a bottle
Ogunquit, Ogunquit,
Idyllic microcosm
Ogunquit, Ogunquit,
I can never leave
'Cause I'm by the sea
But if it's just me
Then I'll go around and steal some shit.
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Alone with an Onion
02:52
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I'm alone with an onion
And it's getting kinda spicy
Just gotta slow down
And I'm tryna tell her nicely
That I'm kinda new to this
Just outta college
Never felt these curves before,
Scream euphoric metaphors
But my brain is au revoir,
Little sidetracked like Degas,
And I'm nervous.
Pretty nervous.
Hope I don't mess up.
Just wanna groove,
Show her my moves,
Maybe some tunes,
And schnibble through her layers
Break out that Marvin Gaye
Turning her sideways
And peel away her layers.
Now we're sitting on the couch and
I'm tryna wiggle out
Of too much intimacy
Said she's an adult with needs
And I'm like, "honey, please
I don't know what onions want."
Just tryna see what they flaunt
So I can praise that intellect
There's a massive disconnect
Between and acidic kiss
And a midnight tryst.
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11. |
Drop Trout
00:55
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Don't drop your trout,
Don't take it out,
Don't sell the couch
Don't turn to doubt.
Don't drop that trout,
Don't kiss the mouth,
Don't take it out,
Don't turn to doubt.
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Too many beards!
Too many beards!
Too many beards!
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There's no such thing as too many beards
And that's okay.
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